Unwritten Destiny | Drarry

Chapter 14

The travel was cramped. But it wasn't so bad. The conversation flown naturally. Blaise convinced Weasley too exchanged the Grindelwald Crad for one of Merlin's. Granger, Pansy and Theo were engrossed in a conversation about the attack in the World Cup. Granger was reading the newspaper. So, they started commenting about the attack. Me and Potter paid attention, joining in the conversation.

After a while, Potter interest changed. He kept asking me questions, he seemed interested in my summer. I noticed he was trying to make an effort to talk to me. So, I tried showing interest asking him about his summer too. He seemed a bit on edge and weirdly vague about it. Something that made me suspicious. Thinking about it, who does he lives with? Because his parents died. Did he have any other relatives?

"Do you live with any relatives?" I asked.

"Yeah, my aunt and uncle" He mumbled suddenly in a bad mood. Did they not get along? "It's my mother's sister."

I just nodded. I did think he was willing to give any more information. I didn't want to press either. Better when he felt comfortable. Honestly, we also weren't really close to get into nasty details about each other lives. So, I thought it was for the best to leave it be.

"You live with the Tonks, right?" He asked me. "How is it?"

"Nice" I shortly answered. His expression practically screamed for me to continue, but he seemed shy to ask it. "It's a muggle neighborhood. I'm not use to it. They live quite differently from us."

"Yeah, they really do" he answered making me curious. He probably noticed my expression because he continued. "My mother is muggle-born, her sister is totally muggle."

I was a bit shocked. I never knew about it. There nothing in the newspapers that hinted that Lilian Potter was muggle-born. For a moment, I remembered my old insults towards Granger. I wondered if he felt insulted too. That was only adding to my on growing guilt. I was a bit lost in my thought, took me a while to notice his expectancy. Was he waiting for some sort of reaction from me?

I noticed too that our conversation attracted attention. Granger and Weasley were also looking at me expecting something. I felt a bit unsure, what did they expect it? For me to start yelling profanities?

"I didn't knew that" I finally answered. "So, you must understand how shocking must have felt for me."

Potter looked a bit surprised, but also had this odd proud smile. Why was he proud of me? Why did I like it? Was he going to give me this smile every time I did something nice?

"Stop looking at me like that" I asked.

"Alright" he agreed with a smile.

This was a good moment for me to address my past mistakes towards them. Maybe that way I could get rid of this guilt. Every cruel word, every insult I threw at them feels like a weight on my conscience now.

Regret is a bitter pill to swallow. I can't change the past, but I can learn from it. I can strive to be better, to break free from the prejudices and hatred that once clouded my judgment. I only hope that one day, he might see the change in me and know that I am truly sorry for all the pain I caused.

The longer I waited, the worse it got. I could feel the apology sticking in my throat, a lump I couldn't swallow. Why was this so hard? It's just a few words. How could three little words feel so heavy?

I took a deep breath, trying to muster the courage. My mind raced, searching for excuses, for any way to deflect the responsibility. Maybe I could downplay it, make it seem like no big deal. But deep down, I knew that wouldn't be fair. He deserved a real apology, not a half-hearted attempt.